And best wishes for the new year. Hope everyone is well!
Show us your reflection.
This one's from a few months ago but hey, it's a reflection, okay?
There's something very relaxing about the sight and sound
of rain on a car's windshield. Listening to the rhythm, watching the ebb and flow of each drop, some
melding into one another, running along side each other with little to no effort... The things that pass you by when you're driving in the rain.
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sautéed green beans, fried chicken wings, mashed potatoes, corn on the cob,
japchae, collard greens, hot wings, and corn bread.
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especially love the smell of coffee brewing on a holiday. Happy Thanksgiving, peeps!
listening to dad sing 'rolling down the river' then stop to claim his collard greens.
dad: there can be only one cook--i don't mess with ya'll when ya'll cookin'. LOL
dad: how can ya'll expect me to cook with all that noise? dawg, i'm in my zone.
mom: make the cornbread moist, not dry, moist.
my parents kill me.
interesting. i've never seen dad boil bacon for his collards.
pot boiling over on the stove. dad: see, ya'll don't hear any noise when i'm in the kitchen.
great, dad knows i'm tweeting now.
dad: tell 'em i got off of work at 6:30am, stayed out in the cold while my truck warmed up, came home, played spades, and stayed up to cook.
mom: don't cook the stuff out of the collards.
mom is a little under the weather so she's supervising from the kitchen table. i need to go prep the green beans.
dad: i'm cuttin' up the jalepenos and onions for the cornbread--we'll send pictures later.
dad: now turning onion sideways to dice... o'boy, i tell ya, i crack myself up.
collard green overflowing on the stove. dad: need bigger bollah. (i don't know why he doesn't say pot.)
dad: using organic jalapeños, grown in the back yard by 'kimchi'. (can't believe he just called mom kimchi.)
brother just walked into the kitchen, collards overflowing again on the stove.
dad: uncle will louis in slow motion while collards boilin' over. (LOL, he calls my brother uncle will louis.)
okay, things are quieting down in the kitchen and i'm needed.
dad: fixin' enough food for chirren to take home with them. (chirren? it's no wonder my brother and i don't have southern accents.)
mom: why don't you cook everything at once. dad: i tell you what, if you wanna fix this, i'll go get in the bed...yeah, i thought so.
dad looking for pots, mom pulls one out of the dishwasher. dad: lookit that, #2 cook hid the bollahs from the #1 cook, in the dishwasher.
there is too much going on in the kitchen; trying to convince mom to cook chopchae another day.
dad has hogged up all the eyes on the stove, mom looks lost--no place for her to cook. guess we are going to have chopchae after all.
dad: ya momma's heating four mandoos (korean dumplings) in a big 'ol skillet. i wonder how much electricity that's using?
watching dad moving around like he's an iron chef in kitchen stadium, the goof ball.
omg, mom is making a gallon of tea and i just saw her put 2 cups of sugar in the pitcher. my teeth are going to fall out by end of today.
dad: can't sit down, can't take a break. you know if you sitdown someone else'll take credit for all your work.
watching dad frying chicken on one side of the kitchen, mom on the other cooking and chanting 'chopchae'... multiculturalism at it's best.
finally, all the cooking is winding down...
stuffed with food, hanging out in the living room watching House M.D. marathon on tv.
slowly succumbing to food coma. methinks it's time for a cup of coffee and a slice of dutch apple pie.
In honor of tomorrow's Thanksgiving feast, show us a turkey.
This one flew past us in the parking lot and landed on the roof of a garage at the apartment complex. Never knew turkeys could fly until then.
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